Lo, life again knocked laughing at the door! The world goes on, goes ever, in and through, And out again o' the cloud

O world as God has made it! All is beauty.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!'

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made.

For thence - a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, - Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale

Love is energy of life.